Leave It To Beaver

TITLE: Leave it to Beaver

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Veronica Mars

SHIP: Cassidy / Veronica

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season 2, Finale plus a couple more

UNIVERSE: As per cannon.

SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS - SEASON 2 FINALE. What really happened between Cassidy and Veronica while she was drugged and out of it at the party that so changed her life?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Veronica Mars. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Cassidy watched as his brother lowered Veronica Mars onto the bed. The blonde girl shifted and murmured softly as Dick took the liberty of fondling her breasts before he straightened up. She wasn't exactly unconscious, but she might as well have been; her eyes relaxed to slits and when they slowly opened, they appeared glazed; her cute, pixie-like features, framed by a halo of long blonde locks were slack and her movement were languid and uncoordinated.

"There you go little brother, a nice piece of ass all set up just for you. Don't say I don't give you anything." Dick told him with a leering grin. "Don't forget to wrap up before you dip that little wick of yours. You don't know where she's been." His brother instructed with an ugly laugh as he tossed a condom onto the bed next to Cassidy. His asshole friend echoed Dick's sentiment with a chuckle and then both the older boys left the room.

He looked down at Veronica, letting his eyes roam over the pale skin and the feminine curves her white summer dress exposed. He had always thought she was beautiful, but doubted she even knew he existed. He hadn't really intended to do anything, feeling it was morally wrong to take advantage of her state, but she shifted with a soft enticing sigh, struggling to kick her shoes off and her dress rode up further, revealing more of her creamy thighs and a flash of her panties. He felt his curiosity, as well as his dick stir. "It won't hurt to look, maybe touch, just a little." He convinced himself as he glanced from her to the door. Cassidy rose and after the slightest hesitation went over and locked the door. He looked at Veronica again and licked his lips, which suddenly felt dry and tight. He could hear the sounds of the party still going on outside the large glass sliding door that made up the other wall of the room and before returning to the bed he made sure that that door was locked as well and that the curtains were securely drawn. Once satisfied with his privacy, he returned to the bed.

She must have drifted off, but his movement of the bed when he sat down made her eyes open and he held his breath, waiting for her to chastise him or cry out in alarm at his presence. She blinked and then her hand slowly rose to pat his cheek. "Who you?" she asked fuzzily. "I'm no one." He replied and she giggled softly. "That's a funny name." she commented. "Where am I?" she slurred, licking her full lips, making them glisten and making his dick twitch in his boxers. "It's okay. You're safe. I'm just going to tuck you into bed." He told her quietly. "Hmmm. That's nice... You're nice... Bed soft." she commented, her words breathy and ending in a soft giggle, her lips quirking into a goofy smile. Cassidy shifted, surreptitiously adjusting his erection for comfort, his mind now straying further a field than just looking and touching.

"Let's get you out of that dress so we can get you into bed." He suggested, figuring it would be easier with her help than without. Veronica frowned up at him, a little pout replacing her smile for a moment as she puzzled at his turn of phrase before it returned. "Okay." She agreed and tried to sit up. She giggled as she fell back, bouncing a little when she failed. Cassidy decided to test the waters and placed his hands on her knees and when she made no move to shake them off, he ran them lightly up her thighs and under her dress. Her skin was silky smooth and her flesh firm as he flexed his hands lightly just below the line of her panties, her dress rode up with his wrists and he could now see the white, lace trimmed underwear she wore. She shifted slightly, moving her legs in his grasp, but without any real force of intent to escape him.

He let his hands slide around to the back of her thighs and then lifted her, so that he could maneuver the dress over her buttocks and completely around her waist. He fondled her ass for good measure, clutching at the firm, shapely globes, weighing and measuring them. She let out a soft moan and he continued to rub, squeeze and explore her rear end until his desire for more overcame him. Cassidy got up and leaning over slid his hands under her armpits and pulled her up into a sitting position. She swayed slightly and then rested her head on his shoulder. The scent of vanilla wafted of her skin to his nose and he inhaled deeply. He gathered her dress and with a little coaxing she lifted her head and her arms long enough for him to drag it over her head. With, his hands full with her dress he couldn't support her and she fell back onto the bed in only her underwear, sprawling onto her back. She giggled softly again as she bounced slightly, apparently still amused by the sensation. She really was out of it.

He draped her dress over a nearby chair and returned his attention to Veronica. He kicked off his shoes and undid his shirt to remove it before he let his eyes and hands roam over her body. Her breasts were warm through the material of her bra as he cupped them, weighing them and squeezing them to test their pliability. She shifted, rolling from shoulder to shoulder, pressing into his hand and not away, as he had feared. He felt her nipples grow and form little peaks through the material of her brassier. His confidence grew with her response and he reached around behind her. He growled in frustration as he fumbled at the clasp of her bra and it continued to evade his attempts at unhooking it,

He almost crowed in triumph when he succeeded and was able to reveal her breasts, the first real, living pair he'd seen besides a quick, distance glimpse of his stepmother's, which he thought didn't count. They weren't large, but he thought they were just the right size for her slight frame. They were high and pert and as he fondled them, they fit perfectly in his hands. They felt warmer and smooth without the cover of her bra and he explored them in detail and with care, experimenting with movement and pressure. Her reactions were languid, but enough to gauge that she appeared to like what he was doing, continuing to boost his confidence and make him bolder. Her nipples were little, pink gumdrops on slightly paler pink cones, just a little bigger than a quarter and just marginally rougher than the rest of her breasts. The little nubs continued to grow and hardened under his fingers as he tested their resilience and flexibility by rolling, tweaking and pinching them. He noted her reaction as her head slowly thrashed from side to side and a moan rumbled from her throat. She hissed when he pinched or tweaked to hard, her hand raising as if to stop him, but slumping back to the bed when he stopped.

Another scent in the air caught his attention, something he hadn't smelled before and he frowned as the spicy perfume made his mouth literally water. He licked his lips, his eyes flicking up to Veronica's face to make sure her eyes were still closed even as she shifted under his hands. His dick was hard and throbbing, pressing uncomfortably against the confines of his boxers and jeans. He actually sighed with relief as he undid his jeans and relieved the pressure. He didn't think his dick had ever been so hard before. Then, with another quick glance a her face, he lowered his head and swiped his tongue across the hard, straining peak of her nipple before latching his lips onto her tit flesh and sucking as much of it into his mouth as he could. She moaned and he froze when her hand rose and fell onto the back of his head. Her fingers tightened and he was certain she was going to tug his head away, but instead her fingertips lightly started to massage his scalp.

He smiled as he continued to explore her breasts with his mouth and his hand while the other explored the rest of her smooth skin. His dick continued to throb and even the soft cotton of his boxers were becoming too much of an irritating restraint as his erection tented them. He lifted his head and her nipples and the skin around them glistened with his saliva. He let his eyes slide down from her breasts, over her firm, toned stomach and to the last piece of clothing she still had on. "Do I dare?" he wondered. She seemed to have enjoyed what he had done so far and his lust was quickly overcoming the last of his good intensions. The rationalization to go further was not that hard to come to. He shifted back slightly and reached for the waistband of her panties on the upper curve of her hips.

It took a few tugs, which drew disapproving sounds from hers to get the lacy material off her hips and clear of her buttocks. The scent he had smelled before grew stronger as he peeled her panties away from her crotch and drew them up her legs, which he had perched on his shoulders. He stripped them off and tossed them to where her brassier lay on the floor. He ran his hands up and down her legs, noting the curved contours and testing the firm, young flesh. She was kind of pale for a California girl, but he liked that. She shifted slightly under his touch, but simply in reaction and with no intent to make him stop. His curiosity and the enticing scent led him to inspect her sex more closely, letting her legs fall to either side of him so that they were spread he let his fingers inch their way along the inside of her thigh. He kept throwing glances up at her face waiting for her to react and stop him, but all he found was a soft almost dreamy smile on her face.
His fingertips found the folds of her sex and they were warm, moist and resilient to the touch as he explored them, growing bolder when she didn't pull away. She startled him, when she moaned loudly and drew up her legs when he brushed the little pearl he found at the apex of her slit and he pulled his hand away as if burned. He watched as she slowly relaxed back into her relaxed stupor with a breathy sigh. He brought his fingers, now glistening with the juices he had collected, to his nose and sniffed, verifying the source of the scent that now surrounded her. Hesitantly he touched the tip of his tongue to his fingers to taste them and then promptly plopped them into his mouth. She tasted divine and he wondered if all girls tasted the same and if so why his brother had such issues about going down on them.

Cassidy started to explore her again, probing deeper and collection more of her sweet nectar, ignoring her slight shifts, but occasionally still flicking his eyes to her face to gauge her reactions and alertness when she moaned or gasped or her sex clutched or pulsed around his both fingers he was slowly sawing in and out of her. He continued to lap at her, occasionally taking a swipe at the little pearl he was now certain was her clit, watching her body tense and buck, her eyes flutter and her breathing become a moaning pant in response. He was fascinated at the slight nuances in her responses to what he did and how she slowly relaxed back into calm repose when he stopped. His dick was now throbbing, pulsing with the beat of his elevated heart rate and the cotton of his boxers felt rough and scratchy against his sensitive skin, his desire for more growing. He could see a wet patch starting to spread across the material as he felt himself produce thick, slippery lube from his slit and he finally took the time to strip off his boxers, leaving her as naked as she was.

He had already gone further than he had intended, but a sly little voice informed him that he had known exactly what he was doing and what he ultimately wanted to do to the beautiful young blonde his brother has so casually and scornfully offered to him. "Considering her state, no one will ever know, not even her." He told himself as he carefully parted her legs further and knelt between them. He leaned forward over her, supporting himself on one forearm while he guided his dick to her sex. He was a little surprised to find her eyes open as he hovered over her while running his dickhead through her swollen folds in search of her entrance. "Its okay, Veronica." He soothed softly, noting how unfocused her pretty eyes were as he finally found her entrance, feeling it radiate inviting heat onto him. He was certain she would try to stop him as he slowly started to apply forward pressure. He tried to guide himself, but his first attempt at entering her went a little awry and he simply slid up through her slick folds.

He must have touched her clit because her hips bucked up against him and he saw her eyes widen a little as she made a soft whine. "Sorry." He apologized and his brother's harshest laugh echoed in his head at the absurdity of apologizing to her for missing the mark when he was essentially trying to rape her. The thought finally brought the reality of what he was doing to the fore and he paused, looking down at her. She may not be struggling or saying no, but she wasn't consenting either. Everything else he had done could be written off as no harm, no foul, but if he went further... He didn't know if she was a virgin or not, he hadn't felt any barrier and she had been Duncan's girlfriend for a long time until he mysteriously dumped her, but he just didn't know. He licked his lips. "No one will know." He repeated softly out loud and repositioned himself, wedging himself a little deeper this time.

Cassidy took a deep breath and thrust forward. She showed signs of life for the first time as she squirmed underneath him and her moans took on a whinier tone of discomfort. Cassidy was beyond caring as her sex surrounded him with hot, pulsing pressure and friction as he slid into her and her tight, resistant flesh reluctantly stretched to accommodate him. Her arms came up and she pushed weakly at his shoulders while her head thrashed from side to side. He let go of his cock, no longer needing the guidance and finding his balance captured her wrists and pinned them to the bed on either side of her head. He continued to drive his hips forward arching his back and pushing forward with his feet. Her struggles actually made it easier for him as she undulated and her legs spread wider as she flailed them against he over's. He kept expecting to feel a barrier to his progress, but to his surprise, his found himself flush against her, his cock completely buried in her tight, flexing snatch. It felt wonderful as his cock pulsed against the pleasure of the full-length caress of her sex on his. He had to control his breathing and grit his teeth as he felt the urge to climax and tensed himself to stall it. Making the journey into her once had been amazing and he knew doing it again and again would be even better.

Veronica stopped struggling and he felt her go limp except for the tight grip of her snatch. He looked down anxiously to find her face slumped to one side, hair partially obscuring her face, her eyes closed and mouth slightly open. He held his breath until he could discern the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest and let it out in an explosive rush of air. He let go of her wrist and just to assure himself checked her pulse. He couldn't find it for a moment and then it was steady under his fingers. He made the assumption she had simply passed out, whether because of the stress of entering her or whether she'd finally succumbed to whatever drug she'd been given he didn't know, but her body was warm under his and her sex felt unbelievably great. Nature, took over at that point as he drew back and rocked his hips. The friction sent sparks of pleasure snaking up his spine and he slowly increased his range of motion until he was sliding in and out of her with long steady strokes, their bodies collided with heavy, wet slaps. He found and roughly fondled her breasts before lowering his head to nip and suckle at her nipples.

There weren't enough adjectives in the English language to describe how amazing it felt and it wasn't long before despite his best efforts to maintain his control he started thrusting faster. He raised his head from her breasts to gulp in air as he panted, but continuing to squeeze and manipulate them. His chest felt like it was on fire and his blood pounded in his ears as he thrust even faster and harder with wild abandon. Her body rocked under his with the shockwaves of his pelvis colliding with hers drawing little gasped cries from her. He thought she might have woken up at that point, but she was for the most part limp and her eyes remained closed. He didn't know what he would have done if she did, but he could stop as he continued to pound into her, feeling his balls grow tighter and his nuts start to churn with the sweet, tense need for release. Cassidy felt sweat trickle down his back as he grunted from between clenched teeth as he strained to keep going, to prolong the build up and fought back the onset of his climax at the same time.

It caught him by surprise, like a shock of static, only infinitely more intense and incredibly pleasurable. His back arched and his hips humped rapidly as his muscles tensed and relaxed in rapid succession as he poured himself into her in heavy, climactic spurts. He felt his lips pull away to bare his teeth and he barely stifled the roar of satisfaction that bubbled from his throat and what came out was a hoarse, stuttered cry. Bliss danced across his nerves and left him sightless and soundless for how long he couldn't tell, but he was shaking with tension one minute and then he couldn't even hold himself up anymore and he collapsed on top of her. A final shudder ran through him and with a soft grunt he was finally spent. Her breast was warm under his ear and he could hear the strong thump of her heart as he slowly felt his strength return. He got his hands under him on either side of her and heaved himself up. He groaned and she moaned as he slid free of her and rolled off her to lie on the bed next to her. Cassidy blinked up at the ceiling and then looked down at his crotch and his now limp, glistening cock to verify what had just happened. He looked over at Veronica and then down to her crotch to find even more evidence leaking from her. "One thing is certain, jerking off will never be as satisfying again." He thought as he relived flashes of the pleasure he had just experienced.

Something pressed into his back and with a little effort he managed to get at it and held up the square foil package he found. "Fuck! I hope she's on the pill." He swore when he realized he hadn't used protection. The sound of the party just outside the room, which had always been there, but he'd been ignoring sudden felt uncomfortably close and he was suddenly anxious and afraid of being discovered. He got up quickly and was relieved to find that the room had a bathroom attached to it. He grabbed his clothes and cleaned up as best he could before dressing. He took a towel and returned to the room finding that Veronica had rolled on her side and curled up. He rolled her onto her back without resistance and then tried to clean up, all the while casting nervous glances at the door or the curtains when voices drew near, yet unable to stop admiring her naked form which triggered vivid memories of what he had just done to her. He thought of just leaving her there, naked as she was, but the less evidence that anything had happened the better. Getting her underwear back on was relatively easy, but she was limp and pretty much dead weight, so when it got to putting her dress back on he had more difficulty.

His anxiety about being caught continued to rise and in his haste and frustration one of the straps on her dress tore. He panicked a little then, as any damage to her clothes could be a pointer to what he had done, but he took a couple of deep breaths. She didn't even know who he was and his brother would never even consider that he had done anything. Dick was a real dick; he had just been trying to humiliate him one more time. All he had to do was get out of there without anyone else seeing him. He looked down at Veronica and took the time to smooth down her dress and brush some stray hair out of her face. He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her lips. He knew what he had done was wrong. He had taken the worst kind of advantage of her, but she was also his first and he would remember her forever. He hoped he hadn't caused her any lasting harm. He checked the room one last time incase there was anything to tie him to it. He grabbed the towels he had used to clean himself and her up with and then pressed his ear to the door.

He opened it quietly and just enough to look down the hall and confirm that there was no one about and slipped out, closing it behind him. He started down the hallway and then quickly backtracked the other way as he heard voices. He made it to a corner and out of sight and peeked out from around it as he recognized the voices as belonging to Logan and Duncan. They both appeared to be drunk, but Duncan more so as Logan was guiding his faltering steps. They stopped in front of the door Cassidy had so recently exited and he nervously pricked up his ears as Logan explained to Duncan that Veronica was waiting for him inside and that they should have fun. He watched as Logan ushered his friend into the room and then left. In the dark, with his back to the wall, Cassidy smiled. With any luck, Veronica would wake up with Duncan in the morning and be none the wiser. Things could not have worked out better if he had planned them.

He disposed of the towels in the laundry room without seeing another soul and then casually rejoined the party as it started to wind down. When his brother ribbed him for not having the balls to get the job done, he really wanted to tell him the truth, just to see that smug look wiped off his face, but instead he simply ducked his head and avoided eye contact while biting back the smile he felt tugging at the corners of his lips. A half an hour later he left the party and never looked back.

THE END